Touch

I haven’t been touched
in eons.
I haven’t held your hand
in mine
for a thousand thousand years.
Your eyes haven’t been
on me
and it’s left me
in the dark.
I’ve been all alone
for epochs.
I am aching
without you.
Reach across the universe
through the tears we make
with our fire
and our hearts
and fit
your hand
in mine.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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